Chapter 30 THE GATHERING

Alina's POV

The knock on my door came mid-morning, crisp and authoritative in a way that could only be Ronan.

I'd been lying in bed staring at the ceiling for the better part of an hour, replaying last night's disaster on an endless loop. Jaxon's mouth on mine. His accusations. The taste of whiskey and desperation. The way he'd walked away like I